Was it a matter of poise
The beautiful things I destroyed
What makes me think of myself as a victim
When I was still given a choice
Was there a purpose or point
A different side of the coin
I couldn't see it, so I would repeat it
Too busy just filling the void
Breathe it out
Don't worry now
Breathe it out
No longer bound
Was it a matter of poise
The beautiful things I destroyed
What makes me think of myself as a victim
When I was still given a choice
Was there a purpose or point
A different side of the coin
I couldn't see it, so I would repeat it
Too busy just killing the noise
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